The Day When I Died Poem by Sneha Murali

do you feel my pulse? cos i don't
check my heartbeat, cos beating it won't
my breath has stopped, i got no more air
and i'm all numb, the feeling's not there

i know i'm dead, of that i'm sure
my eyes red and there's blood on the floor
my skin is white and cold, paler than pale
and i feel heavy, my arms and legs frail

if i'm dead, and i know that i am
then why am i still here, goddamn! !
is there something to do, is there work to be done
i guess i'll never again get to see the rising sun

i'm dead, i'm missing all the beauty
of the world, of the love, i'll never again see
but still, this feels different, to not be alive
it's like packing up your pain and leaving it behind

am i really dead? now i doubted that
why did this happen? where am i at?
guess i really did die, man! ! this is strange
this wasn't what i wanted when i asked for change

then i felt weightless, i began to rise
a feeling of peace came into me by suprise
salvation was here, and freedom was here
the voice of god was suddenly very near

without warning i fell down, suddenly it did seem
i woke with a start, god! ! it was all just a dream
everything was untrue, all that i just said
man! ! i miss that, and now i wish i really was dead



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